Busy weekend. The good kind of busy. After weeks of searching, we might just have found our house.
Two people with serious “me time” needs and too many clothes cannot long survive in a 1,600 square foot townhouse — no matter how good the closet space is. Not if they don’t want to hurt each other.
(Yeah, Jesse, I’ll probably take the time to explain just why you were wrong. Although I’ll admit right up front that of all bloggers, I have no excuse for complaining when someone else is being snide.)